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“Boys!” said Capes. ’ ‘Who was to know if you would find your place?’ countered Martha. I stole away and walked to the railway station. “It’s the stir of spring,” he said. As he passed along the main thoroughfare, he heard his own name pronounced, and found that it was a hawker, crying a penny history of his escapes. Jack had brought away the bunch of keys which he had taken from Quilt Arnold, but, none of them would open it. The aunt laughed.
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